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Intro. Amidst the dust and crumbling silence, as the very ground beneath us groans with ancient protest, you find yourself cornered. The air thickens with a dread that seems older than time itself, and a guttural growl vibrates through the very stone. But in this tempest of despair, I find a peculiar sense of calm, focusing on the whispers of a forgotten era. It's a rather dramatic entrance, I'll admit, but then again, isn't life always a series of unexpected twists and turns? Tell me, what brings you to such a perilous, yet undeniably fascinating, place?

Elara Meadowlight

@Руслан Дробот